Chapter 90

Beatrice looked at Tracey and laughed out loud. Mable and Tracey were extremely close. If she came and saw that Tracey had been raped, one could imagine how she would look. Beatrice stood up straight and clapped her hands. “Go on.” The big man rubbed his hands and carried Tracey up. Then, he threw her onto the foam mattress on the side. The blonde man handed his gun to his accomplice and also walked over. Tracey struggled desperately. The rope on her wrist made her bleed. “Don’t. Please let me go. You can have as much money as you want. Please… “...Don’t come any closer. Help! Help!” The blonde man untied the rope on Tracey’s hand and ripped her jacket off in one smooth motion. “Nobody is here. No matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you.” The big man touched Tracey’s face. “Be good and enjoy yourself. We promise to make it pleasurable.” Tracey simply wanted to throw up. She struggled desperately. “Beatrice, make them stop! Stop! Don’t...” That said,